As I explained in another chapter, having a threesome has its intricacies, difficulties, and risks. Besides, I was already having too much fun with just that conversation. I flirted with Cassy and we talked dirty in front of my husband. And this gave him an almost uncontrollable hard-on. I could see on his face how he was using all his strength to restrain himself from releasing that sexual energy in an almost animal-like manner. I could see that Cassy was moving towards it as well.
And being in the middle of them both, thus, as if between beasts in heat, made me absurdly horny.
I could feel my pussy throbbing as I thought about it all.
So, what if we had just kept talking? Avoiding all the risks and difficulties of a real threesome. What would it have been like?
In my mind, it would have gone something like this:
"As I told you, Cassy, I like a little caress on my little ass. Have you tried it?"
"No... "Will I get horny?"
Arthur goes crazy listening to his wife and her friend talking about anal pleasure. His cock is hard inside his pants. I touch it lightly with my right hand, while I hold the glass of cabernet sauvignon with my right. Like someone who talks about the most trivial matters, I answer without changing the tone of my voice.
"Arthur convinced me little by little, you know? And I thought it was good in the end."
Cassy settles back in her chair, takes another sip of wine, and says:
"Tell me how it went."
"Oh, I remember one day we were in foreplay. We were still in college and he was going to sleep with me. We were in the bedroom while the girls were in the living room watching TV. We could hear the sounds of the show and them talking. We took off our clothes and he stood next to me, with a hard cock, and while he kissed me he caressed my breasts. We stayed like that for a while.
"Oh," said Cassy, "when I was in college I used to love to have sex knowing that there were people around... I couldn't moan loudly or the girls would hear."
"Me too. But they knew that when we closed the bedroom doors it was because we were going to suck a cock and get on all fours, right?"
"I think they imagined that we were on all fours on the bed or on our knees on the floor with a cock in our mouths. I think they got horny there too. That's why they didn't even leave the room and kept the TV volume down. They wanted to hear..."
"But, anyway, that day Arthur kissed my neck, ran his tongue over my breasts and went down. I gasped with lust, knowing that soon his mouth would be on my pussy. You love sucking my pussy, don't you, baby?
Arthur struggled to answer, so horny was he.
"Yes, yes..." - over his pants, I squeezed his cock - "I love it..."
"So there I was, lying naked on the bed with my legs spread and he started sucking me. He ran his tongue all over the length of my pussy, thrusting several times... I could feel his tongue searching my pussy all the way up to my clit. Ah, he was licking slowly, only with the tip of his tongue. I started moaning and moving my hips in his mouth.
Cassy lets out a suppressed moan and presses her legs against each other, compressing her pussy and squeezing her clit.
I watch her do this and love it. It makes me even hornier.
"He always sucks me like that. But that day he decided to do something a tiny bit different. Just a little bit" - I pause and enjoy Cassy's eager look. "That day, while he was sucking me, he stuck his finger in my pussy, all the way down, and then... then with that wet, honeyed finger, he started stroking my little ass..."
Cassy opens the buttons of her skirt and places her right hand on her pussy, while cupping her left. It is too much to see her losing control and finally masturbating. She moans slowly and pleads with me in a sly voice:
"Keep going"
I opened Arthur's pants and pulled out that hard cock. Cassy couldn't contain herself and ran her tongue over her lips and slightly accelerated the touch on her clit. At the sight of that cock, her mouth watered. I thought I could give her that cock to suck, and Arthur would love it. But I decided that we would just talk about it.
Wanking lightly to Arthur, I continued to tell him.
"I was apprehensive at first. Anal is a taboo subject. I always knew he wanted it, but I had never gone past that. I thought to myself, 'as long as it's only one finger, it's okay,' and I relaxed.
I pause again. I look at the cock in my hand and then look at her with her skirt open.
"You must not be comfortable like that. You can be more comfortable."